Chapter 137: What Friends Are For
A stark and oppressive atmosphere engulfed the depths of the dungeon. The air grew heavy with a damp chill that seeped into the bones as if the very walls exuded a sense of desolation.
The corridor was seemingly endless, its stone walls adorned with moss and the remnants of forgotten cobwebs.
The scent of decay lingered in the stale air due to the years of confinement and forgotten souls that had inhabited these grim chambers. The occasional water drip echoed through the silence in the darkness.
Seated in the lonely corner of her cramped cell, Meredith felt a profound sense of helplessness envelop her weary soul. Time seemed to blur within the cold, dark prison walls, obscuring any semblance of days or nights since her arrest.
This unfamiliar place, a hidden realm she had never known existed throughout her sheltered life, had become her unwilling home, courtesy of the royal knights.
Desperate pleas for release fell upon deaf ears, the echoes of her voice fading into the oppressive silence that filled the air. Isolated and alone, she yearned for the comfort of familiar faces.
Her father, once a pillar of support, seemed worlds away, unable to offer solace. Even her devoted personal maid, Rania, was denied access to her side. Her mother’s absence, long gone from this world, weighed heavily upon her heart.
As tears streamed down her face, Meredith couldn’t fathom the reason for her captivity. She had been accused of inciting chaos at the grand duke’s mansion, endangering the royal family’s safety.
Yet, she knew deep within her heart that she was innocent. She had never harboured ill intentions towards Anna or her idol, the Grand Duke of Gerhard.
Regret washed over her, a torrent of emotions as she lamented the irreparable damage caused by false accusations.
Lost in her thoughts, she questioned her existence within these cold, unforgiving walls. What had she done to deserve such a fate? The weight of her impending sentence bore down upon her, leaving her powerless to defend herself.